aubrey, just getting home from work: what are you doing?
beca, standing on a table: this is my house, i can stand wherever i want in it
aubrey, rolling up his sleeves: where's the spider?
beca nearly crying: under the table.
the hug from this perspective is way more cute ðŸ˜
chloe: oooh, somebody has a crush on beca!
aubrey: that's funny. i don't tho. it's not like i stay up at night, lying awake thinking about her.
*the next day*
aubrey, with eyebags: this is your fault.
chloe: You're welcome.